Road Dog Lyrics

I'm on road, no phone calls, that thought she get no love

My money, she the one, she bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off, bad bitch took her clothes off

I'm on road, no phone calls, that thought she got no love

My money, she the one, she bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off, bad bitch took her clothes off

Got a bad bitch short for 40 count, might blow your nose off

Young and selling, re-rock from the hood like Casanova

I been trappin' so hard, made her cum, she stayin' over

She wanna fuck in the Benz, huh, I only want a Medulla

Don't want her nigga, I'm cooler, I don't want her, she a chooser

I'm on the road with a Ruger, I'm on the phone with a Cougar

She tryna make me use her, I got a pack for the low, huh

Young dog gonna move it, I drop a bag at the jeweler

This burner to take your soul, don't try me, might lose it

He gotta give and go, better come back or you flipped

I wasn't taught to do this, but my dogs, we do this

I dirted, my new stick, he was movin' too sick

I'm on road, no phone calls, that thought she get no love

My money, she the one, she bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off, bad bitch took her clothes off

I'm on road, no phone calls, that thought she get no love

My money, she the one, she bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off, bad bitch took her clothes off